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Ah, fuck ’em
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Fiction
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Echocardiogram
by Karen Paul Holmes
The sonographer’s cool transducer slides / across jellied skin.
Lunch at the Blacksmith
by Cornelia Nixon
I think at last I will give up the Blacksmith House. I’ve liked the place since college, when my best friend Celia and I would meet for coffee in those frugal, scrubbed-pine rooms.
The Tabbies
by April Ford
These are cats of the developed world. Their litterboxes are freshened daily, which is the human luxury equivalent of taking a warm bath every day.
College Freshman
by Susan Trofimow
My daughter’s car remains / parked in our driveway / as it has each day for the past / two months.
Raiders of the Lost and Found
by Mary Liza Hartong
My father would always play with other children at the pool. Not in a disturbing way, but just enough to make me jealous.
The Demulcent of Shame
by Jason Prokowiew
I’m sitting by the edge of a lake, waiting for my husband to come and tell me we’re over, that I’ve bamboozled him into our marriage, and he can’t stay in a relationship with a fraud.
Q
by Lee Martin
The president, Donald Trump, had been chosen by God, according to those who believed in Q, to arrest thousands of members of the cabal on a day of reckoning known as The Storm.
1969
by Kathryn Kulpa
You gave up chocolate for Lent but it didn’t take. You aren’t good at saying no. Hungry girls want everything.
The Escape Artist
by Partridge Boswell
In the museum of trauma, you stand back at least ten feet from each painting. Out of respect for other patrons mainly and the tacit rules of viewing.
Watching You Nap Beneath a Faded Quilt
by Angela Chaidez Vincent
The body is past tense. / It’s here, but / it’s already happened
It all began around a campfire…
Beautiful language
is meant to be heard as well as read, and in fact words were vocalized eons before they were ever committed to clay or parchment. Storytelling began around campfires. We seek prose and poetry that continue the tradition.
Contributor Spotlight:
Love and Hot Chicken
by Mary Liza Hartong
Open Contests
by Stephen Parrish, with the editors of The Lascaux Review